the difference between a garden
AND A GRAVEYARD
AND A GRAVEYARD
They are more standoffish than most, but given Enzo is Remi’s child - and all that entails, given the company his father keeps - the young man is far from daunted or offended. Leaning closer only to marvel at the way the shadows play beneath the mask she wears, long body a crescent shape.
“Most rituals here require larger prey instead of bugs, but I’ve never seen these types before myself. I was hoping to catch them to dissect, maybe test the qualities of their different parts.” Dimples deepen at the edges of Enzo’s smile even as restless fingers tap against his leg in harmonious rhythm to the tune of the merry little creature. They still at her revelation, as if his own frozen state would camouflage him from the emotional reality she is living in. He is not adept at comforting others, frankly, and it’s why he does not offer any shallow condolences.
“I do, I was born here. Is there a spot you have in mind? Or a type of area you’d like to find?” This, at least, he can do for her. Guide her to a place where she may spread her ashes and hang her lantern - hopefully after he departs.
“Most rituals here require larger prey instead of bugs, but I’ve never seen these types before myself. I was hoping to catch them to dissect, maybe test the qualities of their different parts.” Dimples deepen at the edges of Enzo’s smile even as restless fingers tap against his leg in harmonious rhythm to the tune of the merry little creature. They still at her revelation, as if his own frozen state would camouflage him from the emotional reality she is living in. He is not adept at comforting others, frankly, and it’s why he does not offer any shallow condolences.
“I do, I was born here. Is there a spot you have in mind? Or a type of area you’d like to find?” This, at least, he can do for her. Guide her to a place where she may spread her ashes and hang her lantern - hopefully after he departs.
is what you choose to put in the soil
ENZO
